He glanced at the clock and sighed, noting that his teenage kid was still sound asleep after last night’s pool party at their friend's house. This was the perfect opportunity for a playful wake-up call.

Tiptoeing into the room, Frankie decided to channel his inner Gen Z. “Hey, sleepyhead! Time to rise and grind! You can’t just be sleeping all day. Get up and slay! Or you’ll be missing out on the tea out there!” Frankie called out, trying his best to sound cool then winked.

His kid stirred, sleepily peeking out from under the blankets, a mix of confusion and annoyance on their face. “Dad, what are you doing?” They mumbled, eyes half-closed.

“Just trying to keep it lit! No cap, the world isn’t going to wait for you to finish your beauty sleep!” Frankie leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a playful grin on his face.

His kid groaned and buried their face in the pillow. “Can’t you just let me live?”

“Not until you get up and give me some of that good old-fashioned social battery energy!” Frankie replied, chuckling at how ridiculous he sounded. “Plus, I need your insights on how the drip went down at the party. Spill the tea!”